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I love you. I love you too.

One of this morning's discharges. Raoul Moat.

He's told his cellmate he's going after his ex-girlfriend.

If you think these threats are real, put it in your discharge report.

He'll not have it, Chris.

You and me.

SMASH, GROANING

I'm afraid your son's been shot, Mrs Brown.

Released from prison day before yesterday,

seemingly come up here in a jealous rage, shoots his ex,

shoots her new fella in cold blood...

He's done what he wanted to do, hasn't he? He'll have not gone far.

Can you confirm that the perpetrator was in HMP Durham

for assaulting a minor?

How do you know that?

I'm the crime reporter for this city's newspaper.

It's my job to know that.

I cannot for the life of me

comprehend how he's not still in jail.

I'm afraid we have an issue.

Security Information Report on Moat was sent

the morning after his release.

What did it say? Threat of violence.

"If my missus done to me what that bitch done to Raoul,

"I hope I'd be brave enough to do what he done."

People just think Moat's some jilted lover, getting his own back.

I only said it to keep him away from us.

Said what, Sam?

I told him Chris was a copper.

He's coming for youse. Coming for who?

Coppers.

Where is he? West End.

Where in the West End?

RAOUL: I've got two hostages with us at the minute, right?

If you come anywhere near us, I'll kill them too an' all.

He said youse coppers done him in. Broke him.

Tango 190... 'Go ahead.'

A1... A1 roundabout.

I've been shot. I need assistance.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCK ON DOOR

Now, then. Raoul.

Surprised to see us again, are you?

No. No, no. Just... Just a bit late, ye knaa?

I want you to take that to The Chronicle for us.

That's the whole story. Everything. You get me?

Everything that needs saying, it's all there.

Raoul, mate... has this not gone far enough already?

You're not going against us an' all are you, Rory?

Good lad.

RAOUL: 'Are you taking me seriously?

'Are you taking me seriously now?

'Because I have just downed one of your officers at the roundabout

'at the West End of Newcastle...

'I'm gonna keep coming for youse. I am absolutely not going to stop.

'You are going to have to kill us because I am not going to stop.'

Last night, Raoul Moat declared war on Northumbria Police.

That was his second call to the control centre last night,

moments after he shot Police Constable David Rathband

at point-blank range.

Miraculously, Dave survived those blasts, but he does remain...

in a critical but stable condition,

and our thoughts and prayers are with him.

Prior to that... CLEARS THROAT

..Moat called Northumbria Police

to say that he has taken two hostages.

And that he will shoot those hostages

if we come anywhere near him.

From this point on, until we bring him in,

we're putting AFOs on the entrances to all stations.

There'll be no foot patrols, no going out solo.

Is that understood?

As of this morning, we have auxiliary support

and tactical firearms teams coming in from the Met,

from Yorkshire, Humberside and Greater Manchester Police.

Phil, there could be valuable intel on Rathband's dashcam.

We need to get that footage urgently.

A receipt we recovered took us here.

B&Q on the Scotswood Road just after 5pm on Friday.

The manager of that store distinctly remembers this man.

Orange T-shirt, Mohican-style haircut.

Thanks, Nisha.

We're analysing every number that Moat has rung,

both from the mobile he abandoned at the murder scene,

as well as the phone that he acquired from Mr Sutcliffe.

Successive calls to an address in the East End,

plus credible intel from a CHIS in that area,

makes us confident that an OCG family could be hiding Moat.

Clearly, Moat presents a significant threat to Northumbria Police.

And as long as this man remains at large in our city,

it is our job to apprehend him as quickly as possible.

I'll have to call you later. All right. Bye.

Rory Sutcliffe?

From him, isn't it?

Raoul Moat.

He told us to bring it to The Chronicle.

Two hundred.

You want paying for it?

It's a drop in the ocean for youse, that.

Your sales'll go through the roof!

That's not down to me. I'm going to have to speak to my editor.

Well? Go on, then.

I'll need the letter. HE CHUCKLES

They'll not just write a cheque without knowing what's in there.

Well, maybe I should take it to the nationals, then?

Sure. You do that.

But that's not what your mate Raoul wanted, is it?

Mrs Brown, Beckie...

I'm DI Roberts, but you can call me Nisha.

On behalf of Northumbria Police, we are so sorry for your loss.

Thank you, Nisha. Thank you.

Raoul Moat. Basically his confession.

His... justification, call it what you will.

Verifiable? Oh, it's definitely him.

Blames his mother, blames social services, the police.

He even blames Samantha's mother.

And listen to this...

"I reloaded two rounds, one for Sam, one for him.

"Sam's was half the powder, with small pellets

"to cause superficial injury.

"The massive compensation pay-out providing for her,

"with minor scarring to remind her not to do this to anyone again."

He actually tries to make out he's done Sam a favour, it's horrific.

But there's already way too many people taking his side in this.

Look.

"The coppers took everything from our man, Moat."

"Good luck, Raoul, man"

I mean, if we run this letter,

all these people siding with Moat will be all over it.

This is massive for us. We have to run this!

I mean, this whole city is in shock.

And apart from the risk of painting Moat

as some kind of wronged avenger,

there is explicit threat to individuals in here.

"I've read in one newspaper that her gran says I bruised Sam,

"and my neighbour claims she's heard me beating the kids.

"I've got a good mind to come back and shoot them both."

Fuck.

We have to take this to the police.

Is there anything I can do to help? Anything you wanna ask me?

I'd like to see him.

Christopher was shot at extremely close range, Mrs Brown.

I'm afraid his injuries were very severe.

Can you... Will you take me to the place where Christopher fell?

Of course.

So, this is a Security Information Report from HMP Durham.

I'm afraid it flags up threat of harm against Samantha Stobbart.

So I wanted you to know that I intend to refer

the entire matter to the IPCC.

You don't mean to do this right now?

Well, this isn't something we can just ignore.

If Northumbria Police failings have contributed to this situation,

we can't be seen to be covering that up.

I don't disagree with you there, but it's just...

It's the timing of it.

These things always come out sooner or later.

Better to get ahead of it.

Respectfully, I urge you to reconsider.

The media are already a major hinderance to us,

without all this.

Then we need to regain their trust.

Best go and feed the beast.

Perhaps you should lead this morning, Neil.

Right, thank you. CLEARS THROAT

Mr Moat...

you have told us that the police are not taking you seriously.

I can assure you - we are.

You have our full attention.

Innocent people have been hurt.

You have expressed concern about the future wellbeing of your children.

For their sake, this needs to stop.

These are not the memories

that your children need to have of their father.

Enough people have been hurt.

You need to make contact with the police now.

How worried should the public be? Is he going to kill again?

Right, well... the general public need not be alarmed.

Mr Moat has specifically and explicitly targeted the police.

Yeah. Just let me finish. Just let me finish.

And as such, Northumbria Police have declared this a Major Incident

and we are treating the search for Mr Moat

as our absolute priority.

Sorry, if you've just now declared this a major incident,

does that imply that the police initially underestimated

the threat Moat posed? No...

Was this seen as a domestic that went wrong?

Thank you, DCS Adamson.

May I just make a very brief statement as well, please?

Late on Friday...

..Northumbria Police received intelligence from the prison service

concerning Mr Moat.

Northumbria Police were not informed

that Mr Moat intended to shoot or kill Samantha Stobbart.

However...

..we were informed in a Security Information Report

that Mr Moat may intend to cause harm to his ex-partner.

One more question...

Right. Just... Just... Just...

Chief Superintendent? Oh, no.

No, sorry. Look, I've nothing further to add, thank you.

Er, you will do when you read this. It's from Moat.

How did you get hold of this?

An acquaintance of Moat's brought it in. A Rory Sutcliffe.

Seems Moat paid him a visit last night.

HE SIGHS OK, OK.

Thanks for sharing this.

There are some very worrying threats and allegations in that letter,

Chief Superintendent.

I think our readers have a right to know whether it's safe

to walk the streets of Newcastle at the moment.

I mean, at the end of the day,

we're all on the same side, aren't we?

I sincerely hope so.

Mike. Thanks so much for making time.

Not at all, ma'am.

Speaking frankly, Mike...

I need to fully focus on leading the force

through what is doubtless going to be a challenging few days.

And on top of that, this whole IPCC process

is going to cut even further into my time.

Which is why I'd like you to take over gold command.

Pull the troops together. Big concerted effort.

Understood, ma'am.

So, what have you got on Moat so far?

Er... Right.

Born in 1973, second child of Josephine Moat.

No mention anywhere I can find about the father.

Josephine suffered from bipolar episodes,

the upshot being Moat and his older brother

were mainly raised by their maternal grandmother, Margaret.

Social services commissioned a report

as part of his request for custody over two of his kids.

Moat made multiple appointments to see a psychiatrist,

but missed most of them.

His file is full of reports about assaults in the home,

attacking his partners, striking his children...

This is a good start,

but we're gonna need more than social service reports, aren't we?

Look, I've identified plenty enough people

who say they've witnessed these violent outbursts first-hand.

It's getting them to talk while Moat's still at large,

that's the problem.

They're all terrified of him.

TV: 'Police today admitted that they were informed

'via a security information report

'that Raoul Moat intended to cause harm to Samantha...'

'Today, detectives revealed that Moat contacted police

'around the time PC Rathband was shot this morning.

'They made a direct appeal to him.'

'You have told us that the police are not taking you seriously.

'I can assure you we are.'

Steve Neill's got every available UC out there.

They're staking out credible intel on different safe houses.

TV: 'A symbolic act of jealous vengeance, police say,

'against the entire force.'

'As for the police, huge pressure, of course.

'The paramount need for public safety

'and troubling doubt.'

NEIL: Some people are calling Raoul Moat a hero.

Making sources side with him.

The places we're looking,

there's lots of hostility towards the police.

These people are not interested in helping us.

We've got doors going in.

We've got businesses and premises being raided.

We've got phones being intercepted. The bloody lot.

TV: 'So, a tipoff here, a suspicion there,

'all leading to sudden armed swoops, and so it continues.'

STEVE: Moat's been spotted entering a OCG property

we have under surveillance.

Three different informants have also said they've seen him there.

We should hit the place. Now.

Let's go.

ARMED OFFICER ON RADIO: 'House is clear, boss.'

NEIL: 'There's simply too many sightings to deal with.'

ARMED POLICE SHOUT Show me your hands!

Look, someone on this estate is harbouring him.

As far as I know,

he's raising a glass to you lot on the Costa Brava.

He's been spotted at your property, which makes you an accessory.

Who else is assisting him? Moaty doesn't need assistance.

He's running rings around you mugs all on his own.

TV: 'To that end, PC Rathband's colleagues

'continue their long and, at times, frustrating search

'for their fugitive.'

PUB GOERS CHANT: # Raoul Moat is our mate

# Is our mate, is our mate

# Raoul Moat is our mate He kills coppers

# Raoul Moat is our mate Is our mate, is our mate

# Raoul Moat is our mate He kills coppers. #

CHANTING CONTINUES

CHANTING INTENSIFIES

DIANE: Thanks for agreeing to talk to me.

That can't have been easy.

I feel terrible, you know.

That poor lass, she came to me, and she told me

that that bastard was gonna come after her.

You know, like, she was terrified of him.

SHE SIGHS

I just said that Raoul'd have more sense.

SHE SIGHS

Sorry. No.

Moat was a lot older than Sam, wasn't he?

Aye. About 15 years, maybe more.

You know, Sam... Sam was only 16 when she met him.

I mean, 16.

I mean, like, maybe that's why he was so jealous, you know?

Like, he actually thought that he, like, he owned her.

Sounds paranoid.

Paranoid?

He's a big bully.

Thinks his fists are the answer to everything.

And did you ever witness that yourself?

No. But, like, I heard it.

Like, when Sam first broke up with him,

he was always turning up round here.

Kicking the door down, trying to get her to go outside.

And, hey, mind it wasn't just, like, Sam,

you know, that he was threatening. Oh, he gave Pat a right mouthful.

Pat is Samantha's nan? Yeah, that's right, aye.

Ah, lovely old lady she is an' all, you know.

Not that it matters to Raoul Moat, like,

cos he threatened to slap her an' all.

Were these incidents ever reported?

SHE SCOFFS

I don't think the police are particularly interested

in our little family rows... do you?

Given everything you've told me... Mm.

..is it a surprise to you what happened?

Well...

He said what he was gonna do.

He told enough people. He even told the prison.

And, like, if you knew Raoul Moat, if you really knew him,

then you'd know exactly what he's capable of.

Right? And Diane, these bastards, these sick bastards,

were taking his side and, what, painting him like he's the victim?

What, Raoul Moat is the victim?

SHE SCOFFS

Nah.

No way.

WHISPERING: Officer... Officer...

Officer!

BREATHES HEAVILY

Officer! DOOR OPENS

He's been here, hasn't he?

No, Sam. Look.

See the postmark?

Yeah, but he knows where I am.

Look, you're under police protection here, Sam. You're safe.

You've been through a terrible ordeal,

and I know you're desperate for us to catch him.

There is something you could do to help us with that

if you're up to it?

Me? What can I do?

It's becoming clear from his messages,

from his phone calls, from a letter that he left,

what you think of Raoul Moat matters to him, Sam.

You're about the only person he'll listen to.

Would you be prepared to help us get a message to him?

What sort of message?

A personal appeal, from you to him.

The mother of his baby, asking him to stop all this

and turn himself in.

No way.

Look...

we could write something together, you and me.

Then we'll let someone else read it out.

Mr Moat...

..you believe that nobody cares about you.

The mother of your youngest child cares deeply.

She has asked me to read this message to you.

And so that you know that the message is genuinely from Sam,

she told us about the Links of London chain bracelet

that you bought her for Christmas.

OK.

This is the message.

"Please give yourself up.

"If you still love me and our baby,

"you would not be doing this any more.

"When you were coming out of jail,

"I told you I was seeing a police officer.

' "I said this because I was frightened.

' "I have not been seeing a police officer." '

Hello.

'Yeah, Inspector, is this...

'Is this right, what we've just heard?'

I'm afraid it is, Beckie.

We can't keep hearing about these things second-hand.

I'm sorry.

We will do better.

Neil.

Have a look at this.

Dashcam from PC Rathband's vehicle.

Just wait...

Coming up... now. There.

See that?

Yeah.

Right.

Once.

Here we go again.

Twice.

Right, keep watching.

There. See?

And then, if we go to the rear camera...

That's him, isn't it?

Can we get any closer on that?

That's Moat.

Can we get anything on that car?

OK. Here we go.

What's that logo?

It's a Lexus.

Right, number plate: Victor 671. Yeah.

Delta, Charlie, Yankee.

Right, we're gonna need the public's help on this.

Let's get this out across the entire region.

Press, TV, radio, the whole lot.

Right, we need to find this car!

Get onto that.

I need the press office.

How are you doing, Kath? How are you bearing up?

Not me you should be worried about.

I'll get some drinks. Do you want tea or coffee?

No, no, I'm all right, thanks.

Dave.

It's me, mate. It's Neil.

I hope you're gonna be all right.

Look, I just want you to know that, erm...

..every one of us is rooting for you.

And, erm... CLEARS THROAT

We'll get him, bloody get him.

Not rest until we get him.

And we've had a big breakthrough.

We've ID'd the car that Moat is using.

He...

The pictures of him on the leaflets...

He don't look like that no more.

No?

He ain't so bulky now, you know?

All right, OK.

Well, I'll make sure that everyone gets that information.

And I'll make sure that everyone knows that it came from you.

All right?

The doctors...

They say I might never see again.

I'm so sorry, Dave.

Now, then.

Raoul Moat finally broke cover last night, raiding a chip shop.

Moat stole the night's takings at gunpoint,

about £100 in cash.

He appears to be acting solo here.

There's been no further information on the hostage situation,

but we have to take that at face value,

and factor in the possibility

that he might have taken innocent people captive.

The raid took place in Seaton Delaval.

It's about 20 miles north of the city.

Seaton Delaval?

Where's he going, then?

Have a look at that.

Moat must be lapping that up.

You reckon he's reading this stuff? We know he is.

He said so in his letter.

Boss? We've found the Lexus.

Where?

In Rothbury. How many units have we up there?

That's just a small community station, that.

Two or three personnel, maybe.

We need to get a team up there right now. Right.

A697, past Espley. ETA 20 minutes. Over.

ROBBO: 'Arriving at target's location.

'I've got three rifles, plus myself and two surveillance officers.'

Anything?

'Negative. Vehicle empty.'

Spread out and search the immediate area.

But keep someone on the Lexus, just in case.

OK. Set up CROPS, please.

Beckie? Good news, we hope.

We've located the getaway vehicle we think Moat's been using.

'Are you sure?' Yeah.

It'll be all over the news pretty soon.

When you catch him, will you let me know straight away?

It's just I think it's better if Mum hears it from me first.

Will do.

'Bye.'

What's that?

That there. Can you see it?

Robbo, field right next to a riverbank.

'Looks like our man may have set up camp there.

'I need you to secure that site. Is that understood?'

That's him, look.

That's it.

Robbo, target and hostage sighted outside tent.

Secure the tent site and intercept targets.

A Team with me, B team secure the tent site.

Robbo, target is headed along B6341.

'Confirm, Moat plus hostage on foot.'

ENGINE STARTS

ROBBO: 'En route to intercept, over.'

STEVE: 'Visual in ten... nine...'

eight... seven...

'Target will present on your right-hand side

'after the next bend.'

BANGS

BANGS, SHOUTING

Do we have Raoul Moat in captivity?

Subject one, IC4 male.

Get over. Look at me!

Negative. Subject two...

IC1 male, fitting the description of Raoul Thomas Moat...

Get him over. Show me your face!

Show me your face!

Negative, sir.

Everybody, absolute silence, please.

Team B, check the campsite, please.

Armed police!

The tent has been vacated.

'The tent has been vacated.'

GROANS

MUTED CHATTER

I want those roadblocks extended

to cover every route in and out of Rothbury.

Moat is not getting out of that town.

Is that, er... all traffic, boss?

Two-mile exclusion zone to all but essential traffic,

and rigorous checks even on those vehicles, too.

What about local residents?

We'll have to lock 'em down.

FAINT RADIO CHATTER

Can you label that and get it back to the lab?

Aye, no bother.

In as much detail as you can remember,

tell me how Raoul Moat came to take you hostage.

I finishes me stint down the Quay.

I get paid.

You work there as a doorman?

Only Fridays and Saturdays, like.

I'm a mechanic, me. That's my real job.

Go on. You get paid...

A quick drink with the lads, and like,

I always stashes my wedge in the safe in the garage.

What happened next?

It's all a bit of a blur.

And I hears this click,

and he's stood there behind us with a shotgun.

Raoul Moat is standing there? Aye.

Takes my money, "Thank you very much."

Mr Awan told us about the theft of his wages.

What do you recall of that?

Nowt, really. Sorry.

Tells us get in the car with Nessy.

Would that be Karl Ness? Aye.

And Ness is already seated in the black Lexus,

registration number V671 DCY?

If that's what Qhuram says, that must be how it happened.

If that's the car's reg, like, aye.

Qhuram... we know it's your car.

Aye, I know. It's just...

He's holding a gun to us.

According to Mr Awan, Moat held you at gunpoint?

You tell me.

I'm asking you.

Raoul, the fella that's got us,

he goes off for a pee.

So this is when I writes me SOS, yeah?

Sorry? Your what?

I wrote my sister a letter telling her to get help.

I says, "Raoul Moat has got us held hostage.

"Just do what he says and that."

And you were hoping your boss would find this letter and take it

straight to your sister's house? Aye.

Would your sister still have that letter?

Aye.

Should do, like. Yeah.

How's it going up there?

Still no sign.

Right.

You don't reckon he's managed to get past the cordon, do you?

Well, I can't see how he could have.

He's got no vehicle.

There's been no calls made to his associates.

There's no traffic in or out of Rothbury.

He's got to be there, still. He's got to be.

I found all sorts at the campsite.

They said this might be of particular interest.

It's got a recording from Moat on it.

'Four associates of Moat

'have told me independently that...

'and they're adamant about this, that he was never in Rothbury,

'and that the entire Rothbury setup,

'the Lexus car, the camping and so forth

'was nothing more than a decoy.

'Is it even possible that that's true?'

"Raoul Moat Legend"? I don't get it, Mum.

Why are they on his side?

Look at this idiot.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, for God's sake! How many times?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

How did you get this number?

No, we are not interested in "sharing our story".

Right, listen to me, and listen to me carefully.

I don't care how much money, no. It's a family matter.

It's private, right? And it's gonna stay private.

These people.

So, Qhuram, thank you.

We've got the letter from your sister.

See? I told youse!

You did, Qhuram. You told us.

Both letters, in fact.

"I am safer than safe, sis.

"It is my friend that is actually holding me hostage..."

Nice company you keep (!)

You want us to carry on?

"Burn this letter after you've read it."

I can see why.

You weren't a hostage at all, were you?

You're Raoul Moat's accomplice.

Where's he now, Karl?

Where's your mate hiding out?

I've telt you, he's not my mate.

Awan's letters have proved he was part of this.

As were you, weren't you?

For someone who's not your mate, he's phoned you enough times.

We've got recordings of every call he made from prison.

"A car with six wheels"?

That's a shotgun and cartridges, isn't it?

He's asking you to source the murder weapon.

And we've got you on Moat's own CCTV,

delivering that shotgun at eight minutes past one

on the day he shot Chris Brown with it.

We've got the forensics. Matched the ballistics.

We've got your DNA everywhere.

We've got you texting back and forth with Moat,

minutes before he turns that gun on Chris Brown and Samantha.

You are an accomplice to those shootings.

You do know what the sentence is for being an accomplice to murder?

Help yourself here, Karl.

Where do you think he is now?

I do not know. OK?

FAINT CHATTER, PHONES RINGING

Great work, Diane.

That's if anyone'll read it.

Have you seen what we're up against?

They're painting Moat as every kind of monster.

Moat said that if he can carry on moving...

he can carry on shooting.

Do you believe that?

Oh, aye.

He'll not stop.

RADIO: 'Also, another question for you.

'Are you frightened to go out of your house at the minute?'

'Oh, frightened? No way.

'I'd honestly shake his hand and say, "Well done, Raoul, man." '

Sorry, can you turn that off, please?

RADIO OFF

NESS: So, the other night we was at the Maccies at Broad Law.

Just sat off, eating wor scran.

Patrol car pulls in.

Two of your boys get out,

hi-vis, big belts, giving it the big "I Am", you know?

The walk, "Look at me."

Raoul gans...

.."Them two are getting it."

So, what happened?

What stopped him?

He wanted to finish his McFlurry first, didn't he?

MOAT ON DICTAPHONE: 'I'm sick and tired of reading lies

'about myself in the newspapers.

'See, the rules have changed now.

'The next lie I see,

'I will kill an innocent member of the public.

'And for every lie you print,

'I will kill an innocent member of the public.'

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